A collection of essays written in the early 90s by Feinberg, a young gay man with AIDS. A math geek and computer programmer, Feinberg spends his free time going to friends' funerals, trying to prevent and treat his snow-balling health problems, and doing huge amounts of activism. He's very funny, but he's also clearly very angry, and rightfully so. Not a single anecdote passes without needing footnotes--nearly every person he mentions is dead by the time each essay was published.
Feinberg died in 1995, the same month this book was published. But knowing this doesn't imbue the work with any extra meaning or pathos. It's an excellent book regardless of its writer's fate; his humor may be more biting than witty, but it's always on-point. Knowing that his convoluted health regimen and years spent campaigning for more research, more treatment options, and better standards of care for HIV+ people did not, in the end, save him doesn't destroy the meaning of all that effort. Feinberg was a fire brand and a nerd, and his work serves as both a fascinating historical document and a call to action.